“(…) We’re not our skin of grime, we’re not our dread
bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we’re all
beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we’re bles-
sed by our own seed & golden hairy naked ac-
complishment-bodies growing into mad black
formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our
eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive
riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening sit-
down vision.”
~ Alan Ginsberg, Sunflower Sutra (trecho)
Urrú! Ginsberg quando tá invocado é o cão!
:)
maravilha!
um beijo.
O nome é Allen, não Alan. ;)